Story by Van-roster

A dingy commuter train rattled through an industrial district, a steady serpent silhouetted against the setting sun. A garnet scaled dragon stood within the crowded aisles, one hand holding the ceiling strap above him as he scrolled his phone with the other, swaying with the light rail’s motions. Eleonor's eyes were sullen with exhaustion; half of his button up shirt was untucked. This time of year was always depressing; riding the train in before the sun rose, only to watch it set on the way home.

At last, the train pulled into Eleonor's station. The dragon stopped on the platform as the other passengers continued to flow out around him, taking a moment to stretch his wings and breathe in the crisp evening air, grateful to be free of that uncomfortable cramped space.

The sky was fully dark when he reached his car; no stars could shine through the glare of the overhead streetlights. Eleonor opened the door and sat down, eager to get home. He didn't stop to check the backseat of his car. Why would he? Why would it even occur to him to do so?

As the dragon fumbled with his keys, he didn't notice the dark figure that sat up behind him in the rear-view mirror. Just as he was about to start the ignition, Eleonor felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck. Before he could cry out, the world went black.

***

Eleonor came to, his head pounding, his body feeling oddly weightless. The dragon's limbs and wings were stiff; he tried to stretch out and sit up, but his arms and legs wouldn't respond.

Eleonor blinked, forcing his eyes to focus. He wasn't in his bedroom. He wasn't even in a bed. For that matter, he wasn't even laying down. The dragon was in what appeared to be a padded room, like one would find in an asylum. He was hanging, suspended by the top of a snug canvas hood he now wore.

Looking down, he saw that his whole body seemed to be clothed in canvas now; his arms were strapped across his chest in a form fitting straitjacket, and his legs and wings were folded and tucked into canvas sleeves.

The dragon whined, wiggling his thighs as he felt a chill between his legs. His whole body wasn't covered by canvas; his butt and groin were both fully exposed to the elements. His bowels felt full, but the rounded disk pressing against the sides of his buttcheeks told him that there was a buttplug in his ass, a rather large one from the feel of it. His poor cock felt painfully compressed in something cold and metal; his restraints wouldn't let him see past his snout, but it didn't take much to figure out that he was wearing a flat chastity cage.

Eleonor tried to call out for help, but a ring gag was fastened in his mouth, and all that came out were wailing moans. His ears perked up as he heard a door open. He couldn't turn his head to look, but he heard approaching footsteps. Another dragon wearing a lab coat stepped into view.

"Ah your awake... good." The new dragon's voice was a smug purr. "Sorry the decore is a little bare, but if it makes you feel any better, this is the last time you'll be seeing it."

What did the strange dragon mean by that? There was so much Eleonor wanted to ask him. What was going on? Where was this? Why was he here? All the bound dragon could do was drool and moan as the other dragon approached, taking something out of his lab coat.

"Shhhh..." the other dragon cooed as he fastened a blindfold around Eleonor's head. "Good toys are silent."

Panic gripped the captive dragon as he was plunged into darkness. What was happening here? How long would he be here?! The word toy was bounding around Eleonor's brain. Was he supposed to be some kind of sex slave?!

He thrashed and squirmed, screaming through his gag as his motions caused him to swing. He heard a door shutting over his self-induced cacophony. Eleonor continued to struggle, blind, helpless, and alone.

***

Eleonor hung helpless in total darkness, as was his life now. How long had it been? Weeks? Months? Years? He couldn't say. Everything was just a miserable blur. The memories of his life, of freedom, of using his eyes and limbs were growing fuzzy, and the poor broken dragon found himself wondering if they were even real, if his existence had ever been anything other than constant torment and isolation.

The only sound in the room was Eleonor's labored pants. He had just come off today's edging session; they always left him exhausted. He whined as his caged cock twinged with need. The lust was like a constant fire burning between his legs, his swollen balls begging for release. The unsated need was always present, always keeping from finding any reprieve, but it was at its worst immediately after edging.

Eleonor closed his eyes beneath his blindfold, his breathing starting to calm. He could still hear the harsh buzzing of a vibrator against a metal cage, wincing at the memory of hanging just on the edge of climax for so long. He just wanted this to end, for this day to be over, so he could slip into his dreams, the only place he could know relief.

"Awww, is the toy tired?" came the voice of his chief tormentor, the dragon who had spoken to him on his first day. "Well your rest will have to wait. We still need to do your favorite part of the day: oral training!"

Eleonor groaned wordlessly. Oral training consisted of having his mouth and throat violated by massive toys of various shapes and sizes. Though his gag reflex had long since been eliminated, it was still his most hated torture. The dragon squirmed and whined, earning some chuckles from his captor.

"Excited, eh? Well then let's get started. Open wide!"

Eleonor felt a toy slide through the metal ring between his lips, pushing deep into the depths of his esophagus. He had learned to identify the various toys by there feel against his tongue; this toy was a long equine phallus, roughly a foot long. His throat bulged as the toy completely filled it.

Normally, his handler would remove and reinsert the toy, fucking Eleonor's throat to deaden it against rough oral sex. But today, the toy was left in, and the helpless dragon's lungs began to burn as he realized it was so big that he couldn't breath. He panicked, thrashing harder than before as his captor laughed at his distress.

"What's wrong? You've already gotten so good at being facefucked that it's time to work on your endurance."

Endurance?! Oral training was now going to include lung capacity training?! Eleonor could feel tears running down his cheeks beneath his hood. Somehow, his wretched existence had gotten even worse. And there was nothing he could do about it. He just had to sit there and take it. Like the toy he was.